Sunday, January 16, 2011

Ok so I am new at blogger. I'm not sure when I will start my blog but I was reading otherpeoples blogs and this came from

http://christiecottage.blogspot.com/

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sunday Spiritual - Grab a tissue

Just Stay

 

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman

to the bedside.


"Your son is here," she said to the old man.


She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.



Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the

young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out

his hand.
The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers

around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.



The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed.

All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted

ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength.

Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.

He refused. Whenever the    nurse

came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises

of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the

night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other

patients.


Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words.   The dying man

said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.



Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless

hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what

she had to do, he waited.


Finally, she returned. 

She started to offer words of sympathy, but the
Marine interrupted her.


"Who was that man?" he asked. 

  
The nurse was startled, "He was your

father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied.

"I never saw him before in my life."


"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"


"I knew right away there had been a mistake,
but I also knew he needed his son, and his

son just wasn't here.
When I realized that he was too sick to tell

whether or not I was his son, 

knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
     I came here tonight to

find a Mr. William Grey.
     His Son was Killed in

Iraq today, and I was sent to
     inform him. What was
this Gentleman's Name?

     The Nurse with Tears in
     Her Eyes Answered,
     Mr. William Grey..............



The next time someone needs you .... just be there.  

Stay..